The only sound was the incessant splattering of rain. She sighed and started taking her saree off. What was she doing I thought as suddenly it flashed...to me that she was not wearing any panty or bra under the saree but I was too cold to do or say anything.Slowly my wife took off her saree and her petticoat which was still dripping wet. Then she slowly took off her small blouse and her big breasts swung freely. With all the cold, her nipples had hardened and were sticking out like small dark. I know what you need to feel good." He whispered against her ear. She raised her eyes to his and silently nodded. His fingers clasped hers and he led her through the kitchen and out a back entrance to a large guest house."Whose place is this?" she asked. She'd never known where he lived. She assumed he rented an apartment near the University like she did. "It's mine." Dean led her onto the porch and unlocked the door. He guided her in and over to a small sofa. She sat, and he entered the. ‘And your forehead’s hot. You’re not leaving in this condition my dear.’ So saying, he stood up with Kat bundled in his arms, and carried her to his bed. He lay her down gently, and tucked her under the covers, his hand tenderly smoothing her hair. Kat was too cold and tired to think, so she assumed she imagined the tenderness and care she saw in his eyes. She snuggled under the covers, curled up, and promptly fell asleep. Connor studied her for a moment, struck by her innocence. He was jerked. Finally you reach out and run your hands up my legs towards my aching cock. Within seconds you have my trousers undone and my cock free from my boxers.You run your fingers from the base of my balls right up to the tip of my hard cock. I close my eyes and savour the feeling of your hands on my body. You lick the head of my cock, running your tongue around and over the head. The sensation if so intense that my legs almost give way under me. I have to grip the table tightly just to stay.